The calm and quiet were delightful! Igemon saw that all was over.
He started to cry aloud; hot tears ran down his cheeks; he tore his hair and roared, calling upon them:
"Citizens, dear fellows, what am I to do? Must I make a revolution myself? Bethink yourselves; it is historically necessary; it is nationally inevitable. You see that it is impossible for me alone to make a revolution. I have not even police for that, the vermin have eaten them."
The citizens only blinked their eyes; even if they had been pierced by a stake they would not have uttered a sound.
So they all died in silence, and Igemon, in utter despair, last of all.
From this it follows that even in patience we must observe a certain amount of moderation.
[MAKING A SUPERMAN]
The wisest of the citizens pondered the following problem:—
"What does it mean? Wherever one looks everything is at sixes and sevens."